Dystopia Shuffle
Album: Demo I
By: Youth of 1945
By: Youth of 1945
Duration
1:27
Genres
Lyrics
Walking down the street, a tear rolls down for them The dirty faces of the lowly races, cast aside to cry Taxed into oblivion, they pay just to breathe No means to scavenge for food, they were cast aside to die Poverty birthing destitution, father, what is their crime? Why are they so low? Why are we so low?
